Therapy Bits

Quitting is not an option—this I swear,
When storms arise and shadows fill the air.
Though knees may shake and hope runs thin and dry,
I’ll face the wind, not turn my back and cry.

Each dawn may break with trials yet unknown,
But seeds of strength within my soul are sown.
The path is steep, the light not always clear,
Yet step by step, I march through doubt and fear.

For every fall, a lesson etched in fire,
Each scar a spark to feed my growing fire.
Let others yield when mountains seem too tall—
I’ll climb them still, though breathless from the fall.

No easy way has ever built the brave,
No crown is earned within a sheltered cave.
So I will rise, though heavy is the load,
And carve my will into this winding road.

For in the end, it’s not the pace I keep,
But rising every time I’ve tasted defeat.
Quitting is not an option—let them see:
The fire burns, unbroken, still in me.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 26, 2025 |